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Only now she's nearing the Edge does she begin to worry about the consequences of bringing Lace with her.
Her invite had been impulsive, selfish - he is her friend, one of very few such friends, and she wants him here with her, dammit. But she is meant to be a warrior, who puts the herd first, who shoves personal happiness aside and concentrates on the greater good. Is bringing home a stallion who both kings hate really the best way to do that? She supposes she had underestimated the stubborn-ness of men; she simply assumed they would all grunt a bit then shake hooves and make up. But, as she moves closer to the Edge, she begins to get cold feet (both literally and not, because the snow is rather chilling her fetlocks). What if they don't all get along? What if they come to blows, and it's all her fault for bringing Lace home? She can't even blame it on the cobwebbed male - not that she would - because it was most definitely her idea. She approached him first. She invited him, even when he warned her off. But, as he's walking alongside her as he had all those years ago, towards a herd so familiar Nyx could patrol it with her eyes closed, she can't help but think it feels so right. This is Lace's home, like it is hers. He belongs here, and perhaps it's her imagination but does he seem to have perked up since they came into view of the main herdland? "Mind your step - there is broken glass all around. The wall met a, uh, sticky end." Dominus hisses from behind her, the memory of glass in his paw still livid inside his mind. He picks his feet up carefully, staring at the ground hard to hunt for shards. At Lace's words, the ironheart chuckles. "Guilty as charged." But the laughter is forced, because she is bricking it. Mauja is going to flip his spotty little ass off. She imagines him actually getting so pissed off that his spots run for the hills, leaving him white and naked and shiny. There's no going back now, however. She fights the desire to press closely against her cobwebbed compatriot, focusing instead on the horizon, waiting for the ice king to broach it and condemn them with his frozen wrath. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
